AN: Disclaimer! Boy/Boy lovin in this chapter! Consider this your warning! Hello darlings! As promised here is the next chapter. It's extra long because if I cut it off for word count it wouldn't flow right. This was hard for me to get out simply because real life was Hell this past week. The one year anniversary of my sister's passing was Wednesday. Plus, I have been sick so yeah if anything sucks in this chapter I blame that.

Anyway, sorry this note is so long. Please enjoy, remember I only own the story, comments and favs help to get chapters up.


To say Alfred hated when Arthur drank would be an almost completely false statement. He actually liked when his lover drank because it loosened his usual stiff demeanor up a little bit. Plus the Brit tended to get very affectionate which the American would never complain about. The only thing he didn't care for was his temper.

Arthur had a pretty short fuse to begin with, but with a little liquor that fuse became almost non-existent. So, Al REALLY hated when his little Englishman drank with his friends because they were assholes who enjoyed setting him off.

Which is exactly what was going on now as the American sat sipping on his one and only beer. After five shots of straight rum, that the jerks had dared him to down, Arthur was blitzed. The sandy blonde was currently arguing with Francis which only managed to aggravate the azure eyed blonde more.

"Stupid frog you take back what you said about my cooking," the emerald eyed man exclaimed angrily slamming his drunken fist against the table and glared at the Frenchman.

"Non, your cooking is a sin against food. I don't know 'ow pauvre petit Alfred eats your atrocities and not die," Francis said and dramatically pressed the back of his hand to his forehead in mock distress. The wheat blonde man's brow twitched in irritation at the theatrics.

"Rubbish! Alfred loves my cooking. Don't you love?" the sandy blonde said latching on to the American's arm and nuzzling his shoulder. The azure eyed man smiled down at his intoxicated lover.

"Your food is one of a kind babe," Alfred said and kissed the crown of Arthur's head. Francis' well manicured eyebrow twitched in irritation as he took a sip of his wine.

'Damn lying American,' the Frenchman thought and suddenly an idea popped into his head. He snickered and a calculating look filled his eyes.

"You know 'e is just saying that to save your feelings. Wasn't it your cooking that caused that fight you 'ad a few weeks ago? You know the one that sent you to seek my particular comforting,"

Alfred felt Arthur stiffen and his grip tighten on his arm. Looking down into his lover's eyes the American found they were large with fear.

"I-I told you not t-to talk about that a-again," the green eyed man stuttered out instantly sober as he aimed a pleading look at the Frenchman.

"Oh pardon mon cher. The wine must 'ave gotten to mon tete," Francis said with chuckle.

Unfortunately, for Arthur the damage had been done and Alfred's curiosity had been peaked. He had let what happened that night slide because he had been so worried. Now though it seemed that that issue needed to be addressed. Especially with the Frenchman's little comment about 'particular comforting'.

"Arthur we never really talked about what happened that night. I know you were upset I ignored you, but is there something else you need to tell me?" Alfred asked with suspicion in his voice as he tried to meet the smaller man's eyes.

"No, love. Everything is fine. I was just being overly dramatic," the Brit said avoiding looking at the American and Al knew he was lying.

"Come now mon lapin. It is not nice to lie. 'e will understand if you tell 'im 'ow you were worried 'e was cheating on you," the wavy blonde supplied and as soon as the words were uttered all the air left the room.

Alfred and Arthur both stiffened abruptly. Hurt, questioning cerulean eyes looked down to meet sad, regretful emerald ones.

"Arthur?" the American queried not wanting the Frenchman's words to be true, but the Brit's next action only confirmed it. Without warning Arthur jerked back releasing the wheat blonde and bolted for the door. Alfred was instantly on his feet, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a smirk on Francis' face. Rounding on the Frenchman the American pointed an authoritative finger at the wavy blonde.

"You and I are going to have a nice chat later," the azure eyed blonde ground out between clenched teeth. The Frenchman steepled his hands and rested his chin upon them.

"I look forward to it," Francis purred and his smirk widened. With that Alfred tore out of the bar after his lover.


Now Arthur may not have been the strongest man but he was a fast son of a bitch even when drunk. Alfred arrived back at the apartment and knew that his Brit was already there by the light seeping under the bedroom door.

At this point and time the American was good and royally pissed. He was pissed at Francis for causing this whole mess and at Arthur for running away. He was upset by the accusation of cheating, mad about the secrecy, and he was ticked at himself for being angry. Not that he didn't have a right to be angry, but he could see where he played into the equation.

Taking several calming breaths the American took off his shoes and set them near the door. He then walked to the bedroom door intent on talking things out calmly. That is until he found the door was locked and that shattered all his composure.

"Arthur! Open this damn door!" the azure eyed man bellowed as his hands balled into fists at his sides. He heard a small gasp and shuffling from within the room. The door unlocked hesitantly then opened to reveal a red eyed Arthur.

Alfred glared menacingly opening his mouth to speak but was instantly cut off when the Brit threw himself at the American. His slender arms wrapped around the taller man and he sobbed into his shirt.

"I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry pl-please don't leav-ve me!"

Instantly, all the anger that Alfred had been feeling dissipated as he looked down at the sobbing man wrapped around his torso. The wheat blonde felt guilt encase his heart as he wrapped one protective arm around the smaller man and used the other to tilt the Englishman's chin up so they could face each other.

"Baby I'm not going anywhere," Alfred said as he brought his lips down to meet Arthur's. His hand shifted from the sandy blonde's chin to cup his cheek.

It was a tender reassuring kiss. Their lips gently caressing each other to give comfort and convey their mutual love. Yet the Brit needed more. No! Not just more he needed Alfred to claim him. He needed to feel the safety and love he had always felt in those strong arms.

"Al, I need you," Arthur whispered as he pressed aggressively against the taller man and then ran his tongue along the wheat blonde's lower lip. Alfred opened his mouth to allow the sandy blonde to enter, but quickly gained dominance in the kiss his tongue delving deep into the other man's mouth. The hand cupping the Brit's cheek now snaked back to hold the back of his head.

Passion ignited, the American started walking into the bedroom forcing the Brit to move backward with him. Arthur shifted his arms from around Al's chest to wrap around his neck. Alfred's own hands slide down and gripped the hem of the Englishman's shirt. He tugged it up over the smaller man's head breaking their kiss for only a moment.

Arthur feels the edge of the bed bump the back of his knees and suddenly he is falling backward onto the mattress with Alfred landing on top of him. The American's hands casually rub up and down the Brit's sides making him shudder. He moans into the taller man's mouth and tugs earnestly at the collar of Alfred's shirt.

The wheat blonde chuckles and breaks the kiss to trail along Arthur's jaw to his ear.

"Someone's eager," the azure eyed man whispers huskily and licks the shell of Arthur's ear eliciting a groan.

"Belt up, git. Why do we still have so much clothing on?" the Englishman panted as he continued to try and tug off his lover's shirt. Alfred snorts and reaches up to remove the Brit's hands from his collar. Blue eyes connect with green.

"Stay right here. I'll be right back," the American said as he slid back off of Arthur and the bed. The sandy blonde props himself up slightly on his elbows and watches as the taller man slowly divested himself of his clothing. Alfred notices him watching and winks at the older man.

"Like what you see?" the wheat blonde teased as his shirt hit the floor and he moved his hands to his pants. Arthur drank in the sight of the half naked, younger man.

"I'd like it more if you'd hurry up and get over here to fuck me senseless," Arthur growled and licked his lips hungrily. Before Arthur saw it coming, Alfred took hold of his chin and the American's lips hovered above his own.

"Keep using language like that and I'll have to gag you," the American purred and his tongue traced the curve of the Englishman's kiss swollen lower lip. Arthur shuddered and his eyes rolled back in desire. Alfred released the Brit's chin and he quickly removed his pants, boxers, and socks.

The wheat blonde climbed back atop the sandy blonde and claimed his lips in a possessive kiss. He then trailed kisses along his jaw down to the crux of his neck and shoulder. Here he paused to lick the sensitive skin making his lover writhe in ecstasy.

The American smirked wickedly just before he bit down savagely on the tender flesh. Arthur's emerald eyes flew open and he cried out animalistically. Alfred continued to nip and suckle the tortured skin until he had left a large royal purple love bite to mar the Englishman's alabaster skin.

Satisfied with his work the azure eyed man continued his trek southward where he captured one of the emerald eyed blonde's hard pink nipples in his wicked mouth. Arthur squirmed and moaned wantonly as that mouth assaulted the defenseless nub.

"Al...nng...please…"

"Please what, sweetheart?" Alfred asked against the Brit's sensitive skin without looking at him.

"I...ah...need you," Arthur rasped his voice heavy with lust and bucked his hips.

"Need me where? Here?" the American asked as his mouth traveled downward and nipped at the tender flesh of Arthur's stomach making the Brit whimper.

"Or here?" his tongue dipped into Arthur's navel eliciting a groan.

"Oh I know. Here," Alfred's hand gently palmed the Englishman's length through his pants.

"Yes!" Arthur scream and bucked his hips harshly into the wheat blonde's hand. The American chuckled and decided to have mercy on his lover. Strong tan hands quickly undid the Brit's pants and tugged down the offending article along with his boxers.

Arthur hissed through his teeth as the cool air of the room caressed his hardened member. Alfred adjusted his position so that he was comfortably between the smaller man's legs. His head dipped down and his mouth captured Arthur's head. His tongue swirled around the tip teasingly as he brought one of his hands up to grip the base. Slowly, the American bobbed his head and moved his hand in sync to pleasure his lover.

The Brit panted heavily and fisted his hands into the comforter. It should be an absolute sin to have a mouth as amazingly wicked as the Americans.

"Al...gah...so good," Arthur panted and bucked his hips trying to get further into the American's warm moist cavern. Alfred hummed in response making the sandy blonde buck again. The American used his other hand to pin the Brit's hips to the bed making him whimper.

Alfred rolled his eyes at Arthur's needy whimper and slowly took his enter length into his mouth. Taking in a breath through his nose the American began deep throating the Brit. Arthur unfisted his hands and slid them into his lover's blonde locks. He could feel the familiar knot forming in his stomach and knew he was close to his release. Alfred realized this as well and gave a particularly hard suck before releasing Arthur's member with a wet pop.

The Englishman all but sobbed at the loss of his lover's warm mouth. He released the American's hair and glared at him with lust hazed eyes. Alfred smiled at him innocently and rose from his position. He moved over to his nightstand and opened the little drawer. He reached in and pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid.

"Scoot further back onto the bed," he said as he crawled onto the bed toward the Brit. The emerald eyed man groaned slightly, but did as he was asked. The American quickly took his position kneeling between the sandy blonde's spread legs and poured some of the liquid on to his fingers. He rubbed them together to warm the liquid.

His practiced hand descended and gently caressed Arthur's entrance before slowly sliding in the first finger. Arthur flinched at the intrusion, but quickly relaxed as the American gently moved it back and forth. The wheat blonde quickly added a second finger and placed feathery kisses on Arthur's inner thigh to distract him.

Alfred began scissoring the two digits to help stretch his lover before he added the third and final finger. Arthur hissed in pain and the American paused to allow the Brit to adjust. Loving blue eyes looked into blissful green and Arthur nodded for him to continue.

Alfred moved his fingers in and out in a gentle rhythm as he sought out a certain bundle of nerves. He knew he had hit it when the Englishman suddenly arched his back and called out his name. The American sped up his pace and assaulted the bundle until he thought Arthur would burst.

"Al...ahh...I'm…" Arthur was cut off by Alfred claiming his lips and removed his fingers from the Brit.

"Are you ready?" the azure eyed man asked his breath mixing with the sandy blondes.

"Yes," Arthur panted and that was all the American needed. Shifting slightly the wheat blonde pressed his tip against the Englishman's entrance and pressed past the tight ring of muscle. The Brit stiffened against the intrusion and clenched his teeth. Alfred quickly reached up and stroked Arthur's weeping member to help the smaller man relax.

"Relax, babe, I've got you," the cerulean eyed man soothed.

As the emerald eyed man relaxed Al pressed forward until he was fully sheathed within Arthur. Arthur reached up and pulled Alred's head down bringing him into a deep kiss.

"Move, love. Make me call your name," the Brit purred against his lover's lips.

The American smiled as he slowly pulled back until just the tip was left and then quickly pressed back in. He began a steady rhythm and pumped Arthur's length in time with every thrust.

"Al...faster…" the Brit panted in frustration his body screaming for more friction. With out delay the American upped his tempo and thrust at various angles to find that bundle of nerves. Arthur growled in aggravation with each thrust until white hot fire ran up his spine when Al hit his prostate. His hips bucked of their own accord and an animal cry escaped his lips.

Alfred grinned wider and began savagely thrusting into that particular spot. The American could feel his release coiling in his stomach and knew he'd finish soon.

"Artie...nng...close…" the blue eyed man grunted.

"Me..too...Alfrahh!" Arthur cried out as he came coating Al's hand in his seed. As Arthur's walls clamped tight around the American he gave a final deep thrust and came as well. His quaking muscles unable to support himself Alfred pulled out of Arthur and flopped onto the mattress next to the Brit.

Arthur rolled onto his side and snuggled into Alfred's side. The American wrapped his arm around the smaller man and they laid there enjoying the afterglow.

"I love you, Alfred," the Englishman said and nuzzled the American's chest.

"I love you, too, Arthur," Alfred said as he casually rubbed up and down the other man's arm. "You know we still have to talk, right?"

"I know," the Brit said sadly with a sigh. "Can we talk after a shower though?"

"Sure thing, babe," the blue eyed man said and kissed his lover's forehead.


After a quick shower the pair found themselves snuggling warmly in their bed wrapped in each other's arms. Arthur had been very quiet and withdrawn which made Alfred worry.

"Babe, I know you don't want to talk, but we need to. I'm feeling really hurt and I deserve to know what's going on," the American said calmly as he rubbed gentle circles into the Englishman's back. A heavy, resigned sigh escaped the smaller man's lips.

"All right. Just please don't be mad," Arthur said and held Alfred a bit tighter. "That night of our fight I left initially because I was angry about you ignoring me. You've been doing that a lot lately,"

"I have an explanation for that, but I want you to finish first," the wheat blonde interjected. The Brit looked up at him curiously, but continued.

"I actually got over being mad pretty quickly, but then I started wondering why you've been ignoring me. I was mulling all these doubts and worries over when I bumped in to Francis. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him, but he was persistent. He convinced me to have a drink with him. It was only going to be one drink I swear,"

Penitent green eyes looked deep into understanding blue.

"I understand, Artie. That isn't important right now. Just finish your story," the American said and ran a comforting hand through the Englishman's soft hair.

"Well I had a few drinks and started telling Francis about my fears that…" the Brit paused and swallowed thickly. "That you were cheating on me,"

"Sweetheart, you know I would never do anything like that. It's majorly un-heroic,"

"I know. I know and I'm sorry. I just...With you ignoring me...I was scared...I'm still scared of losing you," Arthur choked back a sob and clung tighter to the American.

"Shh...It's okay, baby. I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to tell me the rest if you don't want too," Alfred soothed as he held the Englishman tighter and felt guilt grip his heart. He could really kick himself for putting his beloved through all this.

Wanting to rid himself of his doubts and reassured by his lover's soothing words Arthur pressed on with his tale.

"Francis was actually being decent at first which is surprising for him. He reassured me that you'd never do anything like cheating. I was pretty drunk and he then suggested going to his place after promising to call you,"

"Which he didn't," Alfred scoffed.

"Actually he did call, but it was my phone. It must have been a mistake," Arthur commented and the American filed that away as something else to 'discuss' with the snail eater.

"Yeah, must have. Now what did he mean by his 'particular comfort'? Did he try and pull anything when you got back to his place?" the wheat blonde asked with an edge to his voice. Arthur noticed the iciness of the American's tone, but he knew Alfred needed to know.

"Well he did try to kiss me," the Brit said a bit hesitantly and felt Alfred stiffen.

"Please tell me you socked him one," the American said with an even icier air and his hold tightened on the Englishman.

"No. I was caught off guard and simply evaded his movements," the sandy blonde said simply and looked up into the stormy blue eyes of his lover. "Alfred?"

Rage filled Alfred to bursting, but he needed to save that fire for when he 'talked' to Francis. The American closed his eyes and gave his head a small shake. When he opened his eyes again the were the clear sky blue the Englishman adored.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Got lost in my own thoughts for a moment," Alfred said before leaning forward and placing a kiss on Arthur's lips. "I'm glad we talked and got everything in the open,"

"Well, one more tiny confession," the Brit said as his cheeks burned scarlet. "I may have looked through your phone, but only due to your still unexplained recent behavior,"

Alfred looked down at Arthur in total shock before sighing deeply. He did bring this on himself so he really couldn't be upset.

"I can't give you the whole story, but I will tell you that it isn't anything bad. I'm planning a surprise and I just need you to be a little patient with me," the American said with a sheepish grin.

"It's not much of a surprise if I know it's coming," the sandy blonde said with a slight scowl.

"Oh trust me, babe. You are going to be completely surprised even knowing something is coming," the azure eyed man said with a cocky smile. "Now let's go to sleep. It's been a long day,"

"All right. Good night. I love you," Arthur said with a yawn and snuggled more into his American.

"Night, Artie. Love you, too," Alfred said and kissed the crown of the Brit's head.